The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1887-12-11
HRR PROFESSION.
"AnI really a beggar 2p

which caused the sclntliatlng gems In
her ears and on her fingers to throw out
shafts of dazzling light.
81 fear, Miss Edith, that when all
claims against your fathers estate are
paid, there will be absolutely nothing
left"
Thus answered the old family lawyer.
Henry Osgood, shaking his grizzled
head lugubriously.
"Of course" he added, by way of
qualification. "there are some claims
which we might fight and thus save few
thousand dollars.
mo, mol" answered Edith, positively.
Every claim must be paid, if it leaves
me without penny"
The old lawyer was an honest man
and his eyes kindled at this decision.
1T is as your poor father would have
wished he said. "He was an honest
man, although careless in money
matters. He meant everything for the
best, but death came upon him I'M
awares. /, for one, believe in the
biblical declaration. Never yet have l
seen the righteous forsaken nor his
seed begging bread, and yeu will come
out all right, depend upon it."
1T will be very hard struggle"
said Edith, mournfully, and her eyes
fell regretfuily upon her magnificent
surroundings-the gorgeousl furniture,
the costly pictures, the books and brio
a-brac, every article Of which was
endeared to her by some pleasant as
ISOLATION, and all Of which must be given
up.
Her father, dead but few weeks,
was a bankrupt. and she, his only
child, reared in luxury, must hereafter
battle with the cold and pitiless world
alone.
Have you thought of what you will
dor" asked Lawyer Osgood, after q
moments silence. You might teach,
or"
when I was at college" said Edith,
him, ~ was for three
terms editress of our college paper, and
old Professor Vodges said to me on
more than one occasion: Miss Sher-
wood, if 1t should ever be necessary for
you to make your living, select journal
ism. You would succeed You know
everybody, Mr.. Osgeod. Can you
assist me to secure position as re-
porter, or correspondent, or editor"
II will give you letter of introduc-
ton to Msnley Stewart" he said. He
ls the managing editor of the Daily
Itemizer, and will lend you every as
sistance in his power"
Thank you, thank you'll" cried Edith,
gratefully.
And in thoughts of the future she
forgot all about her poverty.
Layer Osgood wrote the letter of
a carefully worded and
very complimentary note, and when he
had finished Edith had completed her
plans for the future.
She loosed the diamonds from her
ears and pulled the rings from her
fingers.
Sell ALL" she said, and pay every
honest claim. II there is aught left I
will receive it very thankfully"
Three days thereafter Edith, plainly
dressed and with loud-beating heart,
the long flight of stairs which
led to the editorial rooms of the Daily
and knocked boldly at the door
On which sign was tackled, with the
words Managing Editor" painted
Upon it.
Come Il" cried deem, baritone
voice. little impatiently.
And Edith pushed open the door and
entered dingy little den, in one corner
IF which, close to the window, was
iesk, at which man was seated. briskly
writing.
He looked up, and Edith saw that he
vas young, with broad, intellectual
orehead and brown, expressive eyes.
His pale face flushed little as she
'tepped toward him, and he sprang to
lis feet.
"Mr. Stewart ?" said Edith.
AT your SERVICE" he answered bow
She handed him the letter.
He read 1t hastily, and then returning
t to the envelope, glanced at the fair |
girl before him with curious interest.
He had known her father, and dust
ng of chair, he babe her be seated.
In kindly voice, and with an in
;erest In her welfare that he could not |
he drew fremiher her story, and |
listened grsvely as she told him of her |
plans and ambitions.
r. Journalism is thorny road" he
,aid, "but there is prize for con-
'cientious worker: You have had little |
5ApCIlCuVCy Au0 IL yOu WOuIu SuCCoS0, /
must begin at the bottom of the ladder. |
It Is hard work"
ST am not afraid" answered Edith,
and her eyes flashed with |
Can you give me a |
positionf I will do anything"
There is room for bright woman |
On our staff. will endorse this letter, |
and you can take it to the city editor, |
Mr.. Brown. on the floor below. He will !
give you something to do"
THANK you'll" said EditA, gratefully, |
and bowling, she swept from the room.
What a radiant, queenly creature!"
was Marley Stewards ejaculation, as |
The door closed behind her and he |
turned again to his work.
John Brown, city editor OF the Daily |
was newspaper man OF the |
Did school.
He did not absolutely hate women,
bat he had peculiar ideas about women's |
work, and when he read Edith's letter,
and Manley Stewards Endorsement |
upon the back, he shifted contemptu-
ously.
MY dear young lady" he said, in a |
cold, 1neisiYs tone of Voice. 81 have
more men here than can find work |
'or, and there are very few fancy posi- |
ions on q daily neWspaper. Ii Won are